futile

inspired by Amy @ She Writes...who knows how or where ideas flow from...


Having lived
I successfully passed
leaving one existence for another
and feeling no remorse.
Now by some power
unimaginable
I've been siphoned from the ether
set adrift in the sea of cosmos
in an electric intergalactic birdcage
for what eternity who knows.
This is my story.

Time is unmeasurable
I reckon now I pass in and out
between one moment to the next
and this dimension is like the next
but different.
If I was solid
if you could take a scraping of me
and run your tests
in your test tubes
probably my identity
my genetic imprint
could differentiate my human program
drives, tastes and desires
from your own.
You are alien, your ways are foreign.

I am captured
transported beyond my will
across boundaries
under force of amplitude coercion
to your world.
Under my older, bygone form
this place here
your little spot in our expanding universe
is an unattainable location.
They can't get here from there.
You won't get there from here.
There is no knowledge to be derived
from my present state
to convey your tiny insect craft
to my previous life;
it is esoteric and lost in mazes of cosmic flotsam.
If Saturn's rings could be read like the grooves
on a platinum disc perhaps the data would construe
foreboding clues to the netherworld
you dream of conquering.
Sorry, you'll gain no information from me.
I didn't come that way,
I've no imprinted memories of that planet or her diaphanous residue.
I am bound now to this sparse existence
inside my electric birdcage,
neither here not there.
I owe you nothing,
not if you hold me
not even if you release me from this nothing
into a more salacious embodiment of being.
Not that I desire life again,
just a better strain of void.
It is foul to be bleak and ever nonexistent.
An atom or less, hermetically sealed
by powers mathematically improbable
inside an impregnable device and cast out
to infinitely deviate ever and beyond.

They held me for awhile, the Suasm;
for an age.
The reckless energy they spent
keeping my contrivance in stasis
over lifetimes of the Suasm
became cumbersome, the constructs
that held my birdcage were no more
than a curiosity, and derelict after a time.
There were plugs and whirring contraptions
and wires that meant little to me,
less to the legions of declivitous Suasm,
whose only purpose was to monitor
my nonexistence.
They'd all but given up any hope of extracting,
something from nothing.
Finally they fled when the power grid failed.
The greed of the Suasm and their failed experiment
doomed their species to a grey secondhand life
on a futile rock bound for extinction.

Oh, they never really held me in fetters.
I will stay or go.
If I possessed any leisure, surely I'd employ it.
No Suasm could influence my will,
and I implore you to believe,
I have none.
I have nothing.
But stay I did, to the end,
only to witness in the end
how far one civilization will go to obtain the unobtainable.
They will always go the distance—
there is a mathematical theorem that proves it,
but the mind who devised it
is no longer.
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also, Geof Huth has published another zombie poem...i love these things.